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Authors: David J Guyton
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fight with anything else.
There were two traditions he always
kept while forging these great arms and armor. One was that he
never made any of it while the sun was in the sky, and the other
was that he included a few drops of his blood in the oil he used
for tempering. The blood had no real purpose, but he had done it
ever since the first time he ever tempered anything, cutting
himself accidentally that time. Since his weapons were always of
such outstanding quality, he decided not to break the
tradition.
He made his way up the street and
towards Mirra’s house. She would not be expecting him, and might
not even be home. It was no trouble however, since her house was on
the way to the Emperor’s Hall, and he wanted to stop there to check
on his father anyway. A particularly smelly horse clopped its way
down the hill he was climbing, and he waited for it to pass before
crossing the street. Turning the corner, he counted the five doors
like he always did, the fifth one being Mirra’s.
He knocked before opening the door. He
called her name, but no answer came. Quietly, he entered the room
and stepped on something soft. Picking it up, he jogged up the
stairs two at a time. Mirra’s door was closed, and he rapped gently
on the door. She moaned in irritation inside. Opening the door, he
was surprised to find the room dark.
"Are you still sleeping?" he said with
surprise. "Get up already, it’s after noon!"
She turned from him in a mock pout as
he made his way to the window, noisily drawing the curtains open.
Sunlight flooded the room and she covered her head with her satin
sheets.
"Rommus close the curtains," she
pleaded.
"No, this is unhealthy, you need air
and sunshine. I should have come earlier and taken you into the
woods. What happened to you yesterday by the way?"
She threw her sheets from her head
with both hands, submitting to the annoying idea of waking up. "I
was with my mother. We were all the way over in the east side of
the city and we ran into some people she knew. You know how she is.
I figured that it would be getting dark by the time I got there so
I didn’t bother, I’m sorry."
He bent over and kissed her forehead.
"It’s all right. You’re forgiven. Did you hear about my
father?"
"Your father? No. Why? Is everything
okay?"
"He’s okay now," he said as he sat
down on the edge of her bed, "but someone tried to kill him. It was
a Vindyri woman too, if you can believe that. She stabbed him and
then escaped. The funny thing is, I think I might have met her when
I was waiting for you yesterday."
"And you didn’t try to stop her?" she
asked as she laid there in the bed.
"No, I met her before it happened. I
didn’t know what she was going to do. It might not even have been
her. There are plenty of Vindyri wandering around
Brinn."
"What is that?" she asked, pointing to
the cloth in his hands.
"Beats me, it was on your floor
downstairs by the door. I thought maybe you had dropped it or
something."
He threw it to her, amazed that she
would change the subject so quickly. She caught it and opened it up
to inspect it, realizing it was a sack. She examined it, front and
back. Looking inside, she found nothing, and tossed it in a corner.
She sat up and hooked her hair behind her ears.
"I was attacked yesterday
too."
She rushed over to him and threw her
arms around his neck in alarm. "Oh Romm, are you okay?"
"Yes I’m fine. Aren’t I
always?"
She hugged him tightly, refusing to
let go. "Rommus I can‘t stand to see you hurt."
"All right, all right already. I said
I’m fine," he said with a smile. "Now get off me."
"Well what happened? Why would someone
attack you?"
She loosened her grip and nestled
herself into her sheets, keeping a caring hand on his
arm.
"I don’t know. It was very odd. Two
Mages confronted me on the road from the cliffs."
"Mages? They sure scare me. What are
they for anyway?"
"Honestly I don’t really know," he
said as he absentmindedly knocked on the wooden frame of
There were two traditions he always
kept while forging these great arms and armor. One was that he
never made any of it while the sun was in the sky, and the other
was that he included a few drops of his blood in the oil he used
for tempering. The blood had no real purpose, but he had done it
ever since the first time he ever tempered anything, cutting
himself accidentally that time. Since his weapons were always of
such outstanding quality, he decided not to break the
tradition.
He made his way up the street and
towards Mirra’s house. She would not be expecting him, and might
not even be home. It was no trouble however, since her house was on
the way to the Emperor’s Hall, and he wanted to stop there to check
on his father anyway. A particularly smelly horse clopped its way
down the hill he was climbing, and he waited for it to pass before
crossing the street. Turning the corner, he counted the five doors
like he always did, the fifth one being Mirra’s.
He knocked before opening the door. He
called her name, but no answer came. Quietly, he entered the room
and stepped on something soft. Picking it up, he jogged up the
stairs two at a time. Mirra’s door was closed, and he rapped gently
on the door. She moaned in irritation inside. Opening the door, he
was surprised to find the room dark.
"Are you still sleeping?" he said with
surprise. "Get up already, it’s after noon!"
She turned from him in a mock pout as
he made his way to the window, noisily drawing the curtains open.
Sunlight flooded the room and she covered her head with her satin
sheets.
"Rommus close the curtains," she
pleaded.
"No, this is unhealthy, you need air
and sunshine. I should have come earlier and taken you into the
woods. What happened to you yesterday by the way?"
She threw her sheets from her head
with both hands, submitting to the annoying idea of waking up. "I
was with my mother. We were all the way over in the east side of
the city and we ran into some people she knew. You know how she is.
I figured that it would be getting dark by the time I got there so
I didn’t bother, I’m sorry."
He bent over and kissed her forehead.
"It’s all right. You’re forgiven. Did you hear about my
father?"
"Your father? No. Why? Is everything
okay?"
"He’s okay now," he said as he sat
down on the edge of her bed, "but someone tried to kill him. It was
a Vindyri woman too, if you can believe that. She stabbed him and
then escaped. The funny thing is, I think I might have met her when
I was waiting for you yesterday."
"And you didn’t try to stop her?" she
asked as she laid there in the bed.
"No, I met her before it happened. I
didn’t know what she was going to do. It might not even have been
her. There are plenty of Vindyri wandering around
Brinn."
"What is that?" she asked, pointing to
the cloth in his hands.
"Beats me, it was on your floor
downstairs by the door. I thought maybe you had dropped it or
something."
He threw it to her, amazed that she
would change the subject so quickly. She caught it and opened it up
to inspect it, realizing it was a sack. She examined it, front and
back. Looking inside, she found nothing, and tossed it in a corner.
She sat up and hooked her hair behind her ears.
"I was attacked yesterday
too."
She rushed over to him and threw her
arms around his neck in alarm. "Oh Romm, are you okay?"
"Yes I’m fine. Aren’t I
always?"
She hugged him tightly, refusing to
let go. "Rommus I can‘t stand to see you hurt."
"All right, all right already. I said
I’m fine," he said with a smile. "Now get off me."
"Well what happened? Why would someone
attack you?"
She loosened her grip and nestled
herself into her sheets, keeping a caring hand on his
arm.
"I don’t know. It was very odd. Two
Mages confronted me on the road from the cliffs."
"Mages? They sure scare me. What are
they for anyway?"
"Honestly I don’t really know," he
said as he absentmindedly knocked on the wooden frame of
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